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There
were
other
Horcruxes
out
there
somewhere
,
but
he
did
not
have
the
faintest
idea
where
they
could
be
.
He
did
not
even
know
what
all
of
them
were
.
Meanwhile
he
was
at
a
loss
to
know
how
to
destroy
the
only
one
that
they
had
found
,
the
Horcrux
that
currently
lay
against
the
bare
flesh
of
his
chest
.
Curiously
,
it
had
not
taken
heat
from
his
body
,
but
lay
so
cold
against
his
skin
it
might
just
have
emerged
from
icy
water
.
From
time
to
time
Harry
thought
,
or
perhaps
imagined
,
that
he
could
feel
the
tiny
heartbeat
ticking
irregularly
alongside
his
own
.
Nameless
forebodings
crept
upon
him
as
he
sat
there
in
the
dark
:
He
tried
to
resist
them
,
push
them
away
,
yet
they
came
at
him
relentlessly
.
Neither
can
live
while
the
other
survives
.
Ron
and
Hermione
,
now
talking
softly
behind
him
in
the
tent
,
could
walk
away
if
they
wanted
to
:
He
could
not
.
And
it
seemed
to
Harry
as
he
sat
there
trying
to
master
his
own
fear
and
exhaustion
,
that
the
Horcrux
against
his
chest
was
ticking
away
the
time
he
had
left
...
Stupid
idea
,
he
told
himself
,
do
n't
think
that
...
His
scar
was
starting
to
prickle
again
.
He
was
afraid
that
he
was
making
it
happen
by
having
these
thoughts
,
and
tried
to
direct
them
into
another
channel
.
He
thought
of
poor
Kreacher
,
who
had
expected
them
home
and
had
received
Yaxley
instead
.
Would
the
elf
keep
silent
or
would
he
tell
the
Death
Eater
everything
he
knew
?
Harry
wanted
to
believe
that
Kreacher
had
changed
toward
him
in
the
past
month
,
that
he
would
be
loyal
now
,
but
who
knew
what
would
happen
?
What
if
the
Death
Eaters
tortured
the
elf
?
Sick
images
swarmed
into
Harry
's
head
and
he
tried
to
push
these
away
too
,
for
there
was
nothing
he
could
do
for
Kreacher
:
He
and
Hermione
had
already
decided
against
trying
to
summon
him
;
what
if
someone
from
the
Ministry
came
too
?
They
could
not
count
on
elfish
Apparition
being
free
from
the
same
flaw
that
had
taken
Yaxley
to
Grimmauld
Place
on
the
hem
of
Hermione
's
sleeve
.
Harry
's
scar
was
burning
now
.
He
thought
that
there
was
so
much
they
did
not
know
:
Lupin
had
been
right
about
magic
they
had
never
encountered
or
imagined
.
Why
had
n't
Dumbledore
explained
more
?
Had
he
thought
that
there
would
be
time
;
that
he
would
live
for
years
,
for
centuries
perhaps
,
like
his
friend
Nicolas
Flamel
?
If
so
,
he
had
been
wrong
...
Snape
had
seen
to
that
...
Snape
,
the
sleeping
snake
,
who
had
struck
at
the
top
of
the
tower
...
And
Dumbledore
had
fallen
...
fallen
...
"
Give
it
to
me
,
Gregorovitch
.
"
Harry
's
voice
was
high
,
clear
,
and
cold
,
his
wand
held
in
front
of
him
by
a
long-fingered
white
hand
.
The
man
at
whom
he
was
pointing
was
suspended
upside
down
in
midair
,
though
there
were
no
ropes
holding
him
;
he
swung
there
,
invisibly
and
eerily
bound
,
his
limbs
wrapped
about
him
,
his
terrified
face
,
on
a
level
with
Harry
's
,
ruddy
due
to
the
blood
that
had
rushed
to
his
head
.
He
had
pure-white
hair
and
a
thick
,
bushy
beard
:
a
trussed-up
Father
Christmas
.
"
I
have
it
not
,
I
have
it
no
more
!
It
was
,
many
years
ago
,
stolen
from
me
!
"
